She. Hides stars behind her eyes
I just know it. An intergalactic mind she just doesn't show it. When suddenly the cosmos start slipping. But her words dripping with depression. A constellation of aggression. No confession to her own repression of pain. Never has she looked the same. A celestial child never meant to be seen so widely. No space in time for the words she rhymes so idly. Wildly she reaches for another drink. Maybe this time she'd find some time to think.